I've been quiet about that, but I've joined a daddy-group thingy, which makes my baby happy and postpones my nervous breakdown. Here's my happy baby and a cute girl on a trampoline:
My dad took me to one single soccer game when I was a kid. Maybe because we were poor? Or maybe because he didn't get the hint of me creating multiple folders of Maccabi-Tel-Aviv-related photos and articles? Anyway, it was a friendly between Israel and Wales. I know--it does sound like a bad joke with no punchline. But maybe this could be it: The score at the end was 0-0.
And look at my baby in a suite watching Real Madrid vs. DC United. Kids today...
So we were at the lake, and it was almost relaxing. But, you know... Some people say one thing and from that moment on everything they say and do is proof that they're my motherfucking enemies. A cousin said he was a Republican. That's all it takes. Which explains the anger I felt whenever he did anything atrocious like turn the AC up or refer to his son as Buddy, or rent a boat. Those Republicans with their fucking boats, eh? Fascists!
Which proves one thing: the only relaxing vacation I'll ever get to have is the one I take from my own silly little overworked and underpreforming brain.
Beginnings And Endings - *Macro Monday 2*